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>-->HOT Off The 'Shangy' Press :)
This hot newbie is from our friend Linda. This is for
all you adventure seekers and dare devils out there
along with those of us who just like to see what crazy
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...This gives me the heebie-jeebies! Thanks Linda!
My grandad was considered a dare devil back in his day -
Doing crazy stunts at rodeos and other events so I do
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Houston mayor withdraws subpoenas against pastors
Houston Mayor Annise Parker has announced that the city has withdrawn
subpoenas issued to five pastors for their sermons and private
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>SPEND AN EXTRA MINUTE
by Frank P. Cotter
They crossed in front of me as I was driving out of the store
parking lot.
My first reaction was anger at being delayed for a whole ten
seconds. I was quickly jarred back into reality when I realized that
this was an elderly couple who briefly delayed my departure.
The man was large in stature but bent over from a lifetime of
hard work. He leaned on his wife who walked in front of him. He not
only used her for support but it was obvious that he was visually
impaired as well. She was his eyes and his crutch, not just in the
emotional sense, but literally as well.
The two of them worked as one -- each needing the other to
function in this fast changing world.
That little example of true strength changed my whole personal,
perception of life that day.
Suddenly, I wasn't so mad about having to work a few extra hours
on Saturday. I had my strength and I was still relatively young.
That's the term most of us "Baby Boomers" use for growing old
gracefully.
That picture of those two elderly people, walking with dignity
and strength, stayed with me the entire week. My life wasn't so bad
after all. I had my health and a good job. I had a wonderful
supportive wife. I started to think, not only was I lucky to have it
all, but so was that wonderful old couple, who despite the trials and
tribulations of a long life, still had the love and support of each
other to carry them through this world.
You can't put a dollar value on true love and emotional support.
There are so many people out there just like that couple. We
should all have a little extra time and patience when it comes to
helping our elder friends. My wife and I sometimes picture ourselves
in our old age, walking arm in arm into the sunset.
That image always gives us a warm feeling of comfort. Just
remember, none of us would be here if it wasn't for our elders.
Spend that extra minute to listen, learn and help.
-- Frank P. Cotter
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Frank says, "I am married to the most wonderful woman on this earth.
I have been blessed with three beautiful children and my life is
pretty darn good."
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*~* THE MIRROR
(By John T. West Jr.)
The other day, I happened by chance,
As I passed a mirror, to give it a glance
And I wondered who that old man could be,
Who, with his mouth wide open, was looking at me
His bald head was sprinkled with a little gray fuzz,
And he wasn't at all handsome (like I always was)
He looked like a sack of misdated parts,
Put together without aid of instructions or charts
And while I know that my shoulders don't slump,
This person's were misshapen in one ugly hump'
Now, if that was my image, I only can say,
They don't make mirrors like they did in my day.
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>Intended for Good
By Steve Troxel
Joseph's life was filled with one difficult situation after another. By
the time he was a teenager, his brothers had developed an intense
hatred toward him which led to an attempt to take his life. But rather
than kill him, they sold young Joseph into slavery (Genesis 37). And
then, as a slave, Joseph was falsely accused of rape and thrown into
jail (Genesis 39).
It's never really explained how Joseph learned to trust God - but he
did! He could have become very discouraged when he became a slave, but
somehow Joseph adjusted to his circumstances and thrived; "The Lord was
with Joseph and he prospered" (Genesis 39:2). When tempted with sexual
sin by Potiphar's wife, he kept himself pure because he did not want to
"sin against God" (Genesis 39:9). But false accusations still sent him
into prison.
Even after spending several years in jail, Joseph continued to place
his complete trust in God. When asked to interpret Pharaoh's dreams,
Joseph risked his freedom and rightly gave all the glory and praise to
God rather than take credit for himself; "I cannot do it, but God will
give Pharaoh the answer he desires" (Genesis 41:16).
Joseph was rewarded with much more than his freedom; he was placed in
charge of the entire land of Egypt during a great famine. He was also
reunited with his family and able to keep them from certain starvation.
Several years later, after their father died, Joseph's brothers came
and fearfully asked for his forgiveness. Joseph could have taken great
revenge, but he continued to demonstrate his understanding of how God
cares for His children.
Genesis 50:19-20 "Joseph said to them, 'Don't be afraid. Am I in the
place of God? You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to
accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives.'"
When Joseph was sold into slavery, he had no idea of how God would turn
things around for him. He would spend many years in jail before
receiving even a hint. But God is ALWAYS at work in the lives of those
who love Him. Joseph's life must encourage us to draw near to God
during times of hardship - to continue trusting and honoring Him in all
we do...no matter what our circumstances!
We all go through "dungeon" seasons when life seems to take unplanned
and seemingly "unfair" turns. We all, at times, feel abandoned and
alone: "Has God forgotten me? Does He no longer care?" We may not
understand why things happen the way they do, but if we will continue
to look to Him and trust Him in faith through all our trials, we can be
certain (and one day we will truly see) that God can take every
situation and use it for our good.
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>TRAVELING ON YOUR KNEES
Last night I took a journey
To a land across the seas.
I didn't go by ship or plane
I traveled on my knees.
I saw so many people there
In bondage to their sin,
And Jesus told me I should go,
That there were souls to win.
But I said "Jesus, I can't go
To lands across the seas."
He answered quickly, "Yes, you can
By traveling on your knees."
He said, "You pray, I'll meet the need.
You call, and I will hear.
It's up to you to be concerned
For lost souls far and near."
And so I did; knelt in prayer,
Gave up some hours of ease,
And with the Savior by my side,
I traveled on my knees.
As I prayed on, I saw souls saved
And twisted persons healed,
I saw God's workers strength renewed
While laboring in the field.
I said, "Yes Lord, I'll take the job.
Your heart I want to please.
I'll heed Your call and swiftly go
By traveling on my knees."
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The Rest Of The Story
In my search to find out who wrote the story we featured yesterday I
also found the complete article and would like to feature that here
today. I also came across his weblog @
http://www.kentnerburn.com/index.html were you can enjoy his work.
Nancy
>The Cab Ride by Kent Nerburn
From the book Make Me an Instrument of your Peace -- an extended
meditation on the prayer of St. Francis.
"Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. It was a cowboy's
life, a life for someone who wanted no boss. Because I drove the
night shift, my cab became a moving confessional. Passengers climbed
in, sat behind me in total anonymity, and told me about their lives.
I encountered people whose lives amazed me, ennobled me, made me
laugh and weep. But none touched me more than a woman I picked up
late one August night.
I was responding to a call from a small brick fourplex in a quiet
part of town. I assumed I was being sent to pick up some partiers,
or someone who had just had a fight with a lover, or a worker
heading to an early shift at some factory for the industrial part of
town. When I arrived at 2:30 a.m., the building was dark except for
a single light in a ground floor window.
Under such circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or
twice, wait a minute, then drive away. But I had seen too many
impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of
transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went
to the door. This passenger might be someone who needs my
assistance, I reasoned to myself. So I walked to the door and
knocked.
"Just a minute", answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear
something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause, the
door opened. A small woman in her 80s stood before me. She was
wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it,
like somebody out of a 1940s movie. By her side was a small nylon
suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for
years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no
clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In
the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.
"Would you carry my bag out to the car?" she said. I took the
suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. She took my
arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for
my kindness. "It's nothing", I told her. "I just try to treat my
passengers the way I would want my mother treated".
"Oh, you're such good boy", she said. When we got in the cab, she
gave me an address, then asked, "Can you drive through downtown?"
"It's not the shortest way," I answered quickly. "Oh, I don't mind,"
she said. "I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice". I looked in
the rearview mirror. Her eyes were glistening. "I don't have any
family left," she continued. "The doctor says I don't have very
long."
I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. "What route would you
like me to take?" I asked. For the next two hours, we drove through
the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an
elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and
her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up
in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom
where she had gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes she'd ask me to slow
in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring
into the darkness, saying nothing.
As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly
said, "I'm tired. Let's go now." We drove in silence to the address
she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent
home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies
came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous
and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting
her. I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The
woman was already seated in a wheelchair.
"How much do I owe you?" she asked, reaching into her purse.
"Nothing," I said.
"You have to make a living," she answered.
"There are other passengers," I responded. Almost without thinking,
I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.
"You gave an old woman a little moment of joy," she said. "Thank
you." I squeezed her hand, then walked into the dim morning light.
Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life. I
didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly,
lost in thought.
For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman
had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his
shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once,
then driven away? On a quick review, I don't think that I have done
anything more important in my life.
We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great
moments. But great moments often catch us unaware - beautifully
wrapped in what others may consider a "small one."
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>THE STORY BEHIND THE PICTURE OF THE PRAYING HANDS
Author Unknown
Back in the fifteenth century, in a tiny village near Nuremberg,
lived a family with eighteen children. Eighteen! In order merely to
keep food on the table for this mob, the father and head of the
household, a goldsmith by profession, worked almost eighteen hours a
day at his trade and any other paying chore he could find in the
neighborhood. Despite their seemingly hopeless condition, two of
Albrecht Durer the Elder's children had a dream. They both wanted to
pursue their talent for art, but they knew full well that their father
would never be financially able to send either of them to Nuremberg to
study at the Academy.
After many long discussions at night in their crowded bed, the
two Boys finally worked out a pact. They would toss a coin. The loser
would go Down into the nearby mines and, with his earnings, support his
brother while He attended the academy. Then, when that brother who won
the toss completed his studies, in four years, he would support the
other brother at the academy, either with sales of his artwork or, if
necessary, also by laboring in the mines. They tossed a coin on a
Sunday morning after church. Albrecht Durer won the toss and went off
to Nuremberg.
Albert went down into the dangerous mines and, for the next four
years, sensation. Albrecht's etchings, his woodcuts, and his oils
were far financed his brother, whose work at the academy was almost an
immediate better than those of most of his professors, and by the time
he graduated, he was beginning to earn considerable fees for his
commissioned works.
When the young artist returned to his village, the Durer family
held a festive dinner on their lawn to celebrate Albrecht's
triumphant homecoming. After a long and memorable meal, punctuated with
music and laughter, Albrecht rose from his honored position at the head
of the table to drink a toast to his beloved brother for the years of
sacrifice that had enabled Albrecht to fulfill his ambition. His
closing words were, "And now, Albert, blessed brother of mine, now it
is your turn. Now you can go to Nuremberg to pursue your dream, and I
will take care of you." All heads turned in Eager expectation to the
far end of the table where Albert sat, tears Streaming down his pale
face, shaking his lowered head from side to side while he sobbed and
repeated, over and over, "No ... no ... no ... no."
Finally, Albert rose and wiped the tears from his cheeks. He
Glanced down the long table at the faces he loved, and then, holding
his hands Close to his right cheek, he said softly, "No, brother. I
cannot go to Nuremberg. It is too late for me. Look ... look what four
years in the mines have Done to my hands! The bones in every finger
have been smashed at least once, And lately I have been suffering from
arthritis so badly in my right hand that I cannot even hold a glass to
return your toast, much less make delicate lines on parchment or canvas
with a pen or a brush. No, brother ... for me it is too late."
More than 450 years have passed. By now, Albrecht Durer's
hundreds Of masterful portraits, pen and silver-point sketches,
watercolors, charcoals, woodcuts, and copper engravings hang in every
great museum in the world, but the odds are great that you, like most
people, are familiar with only one of Albrecht Durer's works. More than
merely being familiar with it, you very well may have a reproduction
hanging in your home or office.
One day, to pay homage to Albert for all that he had sacrificed,
Albrecht Durer painstakingly drew his brother's abused hands with
palms together and thin fingers stretched skyward. He called his
powerful drawing simply "Hands," but the entire world almost
immediately opened their hearts to his great masterpiece and renamed
his tribute of love "The Praying Hands."
The next time you see a copy of that touching creation, take a
Second look. Let it be your reminder, if you still need one, that no
one - no one - ever makes it alone!
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>Links for Your Enjoyment:
Our Valuable Anchor
http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/BibleStudy/ouranchor.html
The Giver And The Gift
http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/BibleStudy/givergift.html
The Sleep Metaphor
http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/BibleStudy/sleepmetaphor.html
Great White Shark
http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/greatwhite.html
Tigerfish!
http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/tigerfish.html
Whale Rescue!
http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/whalerescue.html
Highway To Hell!
http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/dirt.html
No Passing Zone!
http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/elephant.html
Under His Wings!
http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/wings.html
Thailand's Tigers!
http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/tiger.html
Adam In Paradise!
http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/adam.html
Akiane Child Prodigy
http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/prodigy.html
World Of Big Cats!
http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/bigcats.html
World Of Peacocks!
http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/bigcats.html
Undersea Restaurant!
http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/undersea.html
Why Dogs Bite People!
http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/dogsbite.html
Odin The White Tiger!
http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/whitetiger.html
World's Largest Rodent!
http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/caplin.html
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>From Our Friend LouiseA :)
Talk about too close for comfort. This underwater fisherman got quite
the surprise when an enormous whale shark came swimming by. I bet his
heart was in his throat!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=R68PQy99eck
It doesn't happen very often, but once in a while great white sharks
turn their razor-sharp teeth on one another. Take a look at this rare
video to see what made these ocean predators go head to head.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=MkWTVwJEQ7c
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...Wowsers! Thanks LouiseA!
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>From Our Friend PatDeE :)
"I Will Follow Him" like you've never heard it before. Inspiring
http://tinyurl.com/nxrvhdb
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...Beautiful! Thanks PatDeE!
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>From Our Friend Wesley :)
Garfield
http://garfield.com/game/comic-creator
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>From Our Friend Melody :)
Dog & Parrot in Fierce Competition Over Last Bite of Yogurt
http://tinyurl.com/mmuldug
2014 Final Conference on Aging for youtube
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LR2qZ0A8vic&feature=em-share_video_user
mcdonalds-takes-order-robot/
http://preview.tinyurl.com/n4g33mj
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...Most Interesting! Thanks Melody!
Visit Melissa's Online Store
You can get anything you want (except for Melissa ) at
the online store
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by Crystal C. Clayton Bennett
Oregon, USA
Early in 1999, our family had to drive several hundred miles to
Billings, Montana, to visit a hospitalized family member. Between
travel, lodging and having given most of our available cash to help
relatives out with expenses, we had very little money when we left to
return home. It was dusk when we drove out of Billings.
We didn't notice at first that our headlights were dimming, and that's
probably why we missed the exit for the interstate leading home. After
about 40 miles we began to see that nothing along the highway was
familiar. In 35 more miles we saw an exit to a town that wasn't anywhere
near where we were supposed to be.
With eight miles to the next exit, we realized the headlights were
dangerously dim. The car began to sputter, and I had to turn off the
lights to keep it running. At the foot of the exit ramp there was a
small post office. The car stopped running completely as we pulled into
the parking area.
I soon determined that the alternator wasn't working. It was 7 p.m. and
we were in Rosebud, Montana, a tiny town with no services.
To make things worse, heavy snow was falling. We needed to find our
family a safe place to spend the night, then find an alternator to fix
the car in the morning.
We couldn't see any other buildings, and the rest of the town was nearly
a mile away. Even if we walked there, we knew, there was probably no
motel or parts store.
Just then a lady stopped to check her mail before heading home. I asked
if she had a few minutes to help charge up our battery and where we
could find food, lodging, and car parts. She gave what we needed and
more.
She suggested we go to Forsyth, about seven miles away. We followed her
with only our parking lights on so the car wouldn't die again. She led
us to a motel, where she insisted on paying for the room. While were
settling into the room, she returned with a meal she had purchased for
us.
The next morning she came back! She took us to the parts store and
insisted on buying an alternator for us. While I was fixing the car, she
got us another meal -- and when we were leaving, she filled our tank and
insisted that we take some money for the trip home.
She did all those things for us when we had just asked for a jump-start
and a few recommendations. How she could tell what else we needed, I
don't know, or why she gave us so much. But I know how much it meant to
us. Perhaps her greatest gift was to give us a memory of one person who
would do so much for complete strangers.
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>THE FUNNY THINGS KIDS SAY
Brian just turned 4. When Aunt Barb asked him what he wants to
be for Halloween he proudly told her, "I want to be the Booger King!"
He meant Burger King. Later he changed his mind. He now wants to be
Santa! -- Aunt Barb of Warrington, Pennsylvania
When Linda was growing up a neighbor boy named Randy said his
"f" like an "s." One day Randy came to visit. Linda's mother went
to the door and said, "Hi, Randy, how are you?" Randy said, "I am
sine." Linda's brother, with his hands on his hips, said, "It's not
sine. It's pine!" He had a speech impediment, too. Linda is happy
to report both boys outgrew their speech problems. -- Linda Diehl of
Avilla, Indiana
Here are more stories from Linda. Her brother Bruce was not
used to going to the doctor because he was a healthy kid. When his
mother took him for his middle school football physical they gave him
a cup for a urine specimen. When he handed the cup back, they asked,
"What did you do with the cup?" He replied, "I filled it up with
water and washed out my ears. I thought I would have an ear
inspection!"
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Linda's 5-year-old grandson when to the eye doctor. "Are you
having double vision?" the doctor asked. "Do you know what double
vision is?" The doctor then held up a pen. He said, "Here is one
pen. If you see two that's double vision? Have you ever seen double
vision?" Linda's grandson thought and then replied, "Well, when
we're going down the road there are two yellow lines down the middle
-- my Mom says that means don't pass."
Then the eye doctor said, "I'm going to shine this light in your
eye. Sit still and look at the light switch on the wall behind me."
Linda's grandson then started wiggling. The doctor told him to sit
still and look at the light switch on the wall behind him. Drew
said, "I'm trying to look at the light switch but your head is in the
way!"
Cathy's husband had borrowed her SUV for a weekend getaway with
friends, so Cathy borrowed her sister-in-law's smaller compact car.
Nolan, 3, was not at all thrilled with the smaller car. When Lisa
and Nolan went to visit Cathy with the new car, Nolan said, "Look
Aunt Cathy's little car?. don't lose it." -- Lisa Billingsley (sister
of Cathy) of Scaly Mountain, North Carolina
Koen, 3, was spending the night and having pizza for dinner.
His hands were messy, so he said, "I need a wiper towel (paper
towel)!" -- Dennis Smith (Koen's PawPaw) of Oak Ridge, North Carolina
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When Natalie was about 3 (she's 40 now) she owned a Mrs. Beasley
doll. (Editor's note: The doll is from the 1960s television show
"Family Affair.") Natalie attended a small church in New Mexico, and
the reverend, Brother Cook, had extremely poor eyesight and wore very
thick glasses. One Sunday morning Brother Cook was reading from the
Bible and lost his place. It was very quiet as the congregation
waited for him to continue, and at that time, Natalie pulled the
string on her Mrs. Beasley doll. The doll could say about 10
phrases. The phrase that came out was "Would you like to borrow my
glasses? You may if you wish!" -- Anne Coleman (sister of Natalie)
of Las Cruces, New Mexico
Katelyn, 5, loves babies. She has been the only girl on both
sides of the family until recently her Aunt Rhonda had a baby girl,
Macy. Katey was so excited and was telling Aunt Traci all about the
new baby. Traci asked if she thought the new baby was cute, and
Katie replied, "Oh yes, she is as cute as a snake!" -- Aunt Traci of
Lebanon, Tennessee
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Sarah kissed John, 3, on the cheek. She saw him rubbing it and
asked him why he was rubbing her kiss off. He said, "No, Mom, I am
rubbing it into my memory!" -- Gary and Sarah Housholder of Avilla,
Indiana
Here are some more from Gary and Sarah. John was playing in
some piles of ice cubes on the ground at a tailgate party at a
football game. The ice had been dumped out of coolers when people
were packing up to leave. His shoes got all muddy. About half way
home John said to himself, "I didn't know that." Then he said, "Dad,
did you know that mud turns to dirt?" John was looking at the bottom
of his shoes that were drying.
One night late this summer John couldn't get to sleep because
the crickets outside his open window were making too much noise. So
he went to his parents' room and fell asleep in his parents' bed.
They carried him into his room later. At about 3:30 in the morning
John came back into Gary and Sarah's room and said, "Dad, the
crickets are still cricketing!"
Shawn had gained a few pounds, so his mother told him no
McDonalds. Alice fixed him a roasted chicken leg and pears, instead
of a McDonalds meal. After he finished, Shawn looked at Alice and
asked, "How much weight did I lose?" -- Alice Riley of Nashville,
Tennessee
Andrew, 4, was visiting his Nana. She noticed that while
playing he would reach back and pull at the seat of his pants.
Finally she asked, "Andrew what is wrong with your pants?" He
replied, "I guess I have a veggie!" -- Joan Henry (aunt of Andrew) of
Sulphur Springs, Texas
This story comes from Sister Lita in Canada. It is from her
friend Anne Harty, a Canadian volunteer in Thailand. Ann was
expecting and her daughter Melanie was making her "secretest"
prediction. Melanie was going to write her prediction on a piece of
paper and put it in an envelope for Anne to open after the baby was
born. After she started writing her "secretest" prediction, little
Melanie asked, "Mom, how do you spell girl?"
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When Chris was just learning to read the family went on
vacation. He would read all the signs and was doing well. All of a
sudden he said, "Let's stay at the Ram a Day Inn." He meant Ramada
Inn. -- Cathy Youngblood (mother of Chris) of Carthage, Texas
Nolan was very nervous about his 3-year check up. They walked
into the office and he refused to be weighed; then he cried when it
was time to find out how tall he was. They were about to give up on
everything when his mother remembered that he was obsessed with John
Deere tractors. She asked Nolan if they could look in his ears for a
tractor? and he agreed. Then they asked him if they could look down
his throat for a tractor, and he agreed. Everything was smooth
sailing after that. -- Lisa Billingsley of Scaly Mountain, North
Carolina
Peyton, 4, climbed into my Joyce's car at the end of the day and
announced that her friend Kallie was not at day care, but was in the
hospital. "Why? What happened?" Joyce asked. Peyton replied, "Oh,
Nana, she had her opinions removed!" -- Joyce Boswell of Lewisport,
Kentucky
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The mosquitoes were really bad. One morning a mosquito got in
their car. Jared, who had been bitten a lot despite mosquito spray,
swells up a lot. He tried to reason with the mosquito. He said,
"Mosquito, I know you and your brothers and sisters, and other family
members like to bite us, but don't you understand it is not nice to
bite people, and besides you leave really bad sores on me that itch
and hurt. So could you please, please stop biting me, if you have to
bite someone, can you please go to our neighbors across the street or
something? We just don't like you flying around Mommy and Daddy's
cars because we don't really want you there, and can you please, stop
hanging out at our door to the house, we don't want you in the house
either trying to get our blood, can you please, please just stay way
from my family, you and your family can find someone else to get
blood from and besides biting is NOT NICE!" -- Debbie Pipkin of
Belleville, Michigan
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